A dog bit the foot of a desert-dweller,

In such rage, venom dripped from its fangs, a killer

All night, from the pain, sleep eluded the poor man,

Among his kin was a little daughter, her concern began

She scolded her father and spoke with disdain,

'Didn’t you have teeth to bite back in pain?'

After his tears, the man, weary and worn,

Laughed and said, 'O light of my morn!'

Though I have power and dominion in my reach,

I wouldn’t waste my teeth on a dog, so to teach

It’s absurd, even if struck by a blade severe,

To sink my teeth into a dog’s paw, my dear

One may harm the vile with their ill ways,

But a human stooping to a dog—never pays